The Bachelor's feast, OR, The difference betwixt, a single life and a double: being the Bachelor's pleasure, and the married Man's trouble, To a pleasant new tune called, With a high dildo, dill. AS I walked forth of late, where grass and flowers spring, I heard a Bachelor, within an Harbour sing, The tenor of his song, contained much melody, It is a gallant thing, to live at liberty, With high dill do dill, hie ho dildurlie: It is a delightful thing, to live at liberty. We Bachelors can flaunt, in Country and in Town, And in good company, may meryly spend a crown: We may do as we list, our lives from cares are free, O 'tis a gallant thing, to live at liberty, With high dill etc. No Cradle have we to rock, nor Children that do cry, No landlords rend to pay, no Nurses to supply: No Wife to scold and brawl, now we still keep good company With them that take delight, to live at liberty, With high dill, etc. While married men do lie, with worldly cares oppressed, We Bachelors can sleep, and sweetly take our rest, O married men must seek, for Gossips and a Nurse, Which heavy makes the heart, but light it makes the purse, With high dill, etc. For Candle and for Soap, and many knacks besides, For Clouts and swaddling bands, he likewise must provide, To pay for sops and wine, he must also agree, O 'tis a delightful thing, to live at liberty, With high dill, etc. A man that doth intent, to lead a quiet life, Must practise day and night, to please his longing wife, New fashions must be had, as oft as she them see, O 'tis a pleasant thing to live at liberty: With high dill, dill, hie, ho, dildurly, It is a delightful thing: to live at liberty. The second part, To the same tune. THe Surgeon thrives by fencing schools, Some for strong liquor pawn their tools For one wise man there's twenty fools, oh when shall we be married? In time of youth when I was wild, Who toucheth Pitch, must be defiled, Moll is afraid that she's with child, peace Peter. The poor still hope for better days, I do not love these long delays, All love and charity decays, in the days of old: I'm very loath to pawn my cloak. Mere poverty doth me provoke, They say a scald head is soon broke, poor trading. The Dutchmen thrive by Sea and Land, Women are ships and must be manned, Let's bravely to our Colours stand, Courage my hearts of gold: I read in modern Histories, The King of sweden Victories, At Islington there's Pudding pies, hot Custards. The Tapiter is undone by chalk. Tush 'tis in vain to prate and talk, The Parrot pratles, walk knaves, walk, Duke Humphrey lies in Paul's, The Soldier hath but small regard, there's weekly news in Paul's Churchyard The poor man cries the world grows hard, cold Winter. From Longlane clothe and Turnestile boots O fie upon these scabbed coats, The cheapest meat is Reddish roots, come, all these for a penny: Light my Tobacco quickly here, There lies a pretty woman near, This boy will come to naught I fear, proud Coxcomb. The World is full of odious sins, 'tis ten to one but this horse wins, Fools set stools to break wise men's shins this man's more knave than fool: jane oft in private meets with Tom, Husband you're kindly welcome home, Hast any money? lend me some, I'm broken. In ancient times all things were cheap, 'tis good to look before thou leap, When Corn is ripe, 'tis time to reap, once walking by the way. A jealous man the Cuckos loathes, The gallant compliments with oaths, A wench will make you sell your . run Broker. The Courtier and the country man, Let's live as honest as we can. When Arthur first in Court began, his men wore hanging sléeves. In May when Grass and Flowers be green▪ The strangest sight that ere was seen. God bless our gracious King and Queen, from danger. M. P. ●men. FINIS. Printed at London for H. G.